Ripperdoc Cyberpunk: Edgerunners Novels & Stories

A roar of a dragon echoed, and then they were gone. Rift 2: The Roaring 20s. Mafia Vespera tipped her hat. The Enforcer holstered his guns. "Keep it real, toots," Mafia Vespera grinned. "And if anyone gives you trouble... send 'em swimming." They vanished into a cloud of sepia smoke. Rift 3: The Cyber Future. Cyberpunk Vespera saluted. The Titan nodded. "End of line," the Cyborg said. "Glory to the machine."

Rick pointed at a cluster of Reaper Gorillas, rampaging toward us on all fours. “Time for some exercise,” Ghost fire joked as we rushed toward the primital automatons. Rick harnessed the sprit of a vhino arching his back as he ran straight through a large portion of the reapers, tearing away their circuitry. A man made their way; I flew straight to their direction and casted snake like constructs to prye through the reapers one by one. Hey when you get the chance to shoot energy snakes at robotic apes, you gotta take it right?

ADA LUBE After rotating the iron tap valves to clear the ice grime from my pelt, my fingers retrieve Hayden’s ranking day token from the velvet storage case to run a detailed inspection. The asset is a high-tier, voice-integrated synthetic robot predator, engineered to look like an ice tiger because my tracking logs show Hayden maintains a supreme affinity for big cats. That specific variable drove my choice on the digital market.

Caleb said as the truck was disappearing from his sight. “For now,” he said before he was making his way, drenched and all, to the furniture shop that was dealing with the Shadow Pack for their lumber. Mr. Papadopoulos was the best in business for furniture making but he drove a hard bargain for the lumber. He wanted cheap lumber but Caleb always makes sure that he will not be escaping that easy to get away for not paying the right amount for their lumber. Caleb walked inside the shop before he saw the familiar redhead who was the eldest daughter of Mr. Papadopoulos. Karisa Papadopoulos was looking up from the ledgers that she was focusing on before she smiled as she turned to look at Caleb

I didn't pull my sleeve down. To hide the glowing silver lines would trigger a stress-response in the Null-Drone’s optics, and right now, my pulse was the only thing I could afford to keep steady. The red scanning beam stayed locked on my wrist, a hot, invasive needle of light. In Rebirth City, your biology was your login credential; mine was currently flagging as a corrupted file.

It displayed two colored streaks of lightning circling the globe where one was blue and the other red. Carter pointed to the red one. "This is the new trace we got from the original speedrealm energy which has been reacting at unstable level unlike the normal speedrealm energy." "So, what does this have to do with the 'speedster killer' ?" "I'm getting to that." Carter went on.

The Triad salesman pauses, looking a bit confused “What brings you to the Tea Shop anyway?” “14K always gets the good stuff. Bit of a 26D institution.” The Triad salesman smirks, lowering his guard as he signals a henchman to open up a huge crate lined up with a few drones. Spider types, rolling balls, a dog one and of course runners. Runners were anthropomorphic, highly customizable, and preferred by megacorps due to their reliability in nearly every terrain. The human form was always adaptable. “How much are the runners?” she asks, pointing at the one covered in smooth bluish white paint. It had a round shape, hawkish face plate and the scrubbed logo of Thelma-Dionis on its neck. “You talk

It's perfect for me because even with his larger build and greater strength, I'm a worthy opponent in human form. Drakon heads to the center of the room with his back to the egg. I want him as far away from Pepper's son as possible. Drakon's silver eyes give away his intent a second before he charges in low. I leap over him and turn. My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper.

He spoke the words clearly into the void. > HELLO WORLD. The Red Wall shuddered. Then, it turned a brilliant Green. [ ACCESS GRANTED. ] [ EXECUTING: SYSTEM REBOOT. ] The Real World. "I'm out of ammo!" Kian clicked his rifle dry. He swore, throwing the gun at an encroaching cyborg. He pulled a combat knife, standing over Alex and Cassandra’s unconscious bodies like a guarding lion. "Come on!" The heavy security blast doors finally buckled. CRUNCH.

I am a woman possessed, my vision blurring as I tunnel through layers of encrypted HRB firewalls. On the security monitors, I see the nightmare unfold. Clyde hits the gravel at the base of the villa, his body mid-transformation. It’s a gruesome, painful shift; the pulse-dampeners make his bones snap and reset with agonizing slowness. He is a half-form, a shadow-beast of terrifying proportions, tearing through the first wave of mercenaries with a feral, protective fury. He is a whirlwind of obsidian fur and blood. But the HRB agents are coordinated. They stay in the shadows of the towers, firing steady streams of blue-lit pulses and silver.